Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.